ANNA GEISLER
The Rusty Toque | Issue 10 | Poetry | June 30, 2016
STEADY FLASHES
Even your mother blinks her eyes open when crying; makes sure you are watching * red, a fire hydrant breaks pissing small squirts the limbless dog slogs by * at the table, you thought if you had a mouth full of emeralds you couldn’t eat. FAITH
It’s the thing I can’t talk about when I close my eyes It collects in my mouth like snowmelt HARD TRUTH
Even when we fought off the enemy, and later cauterized its wounds with gunpowder, our love shut its eyes and refused to keep living. It was wiser than either of us could ever be. It said, “I am a martyr and martyrs die.” |
ANNA GEISLER is a Toronto-based poet and an MFA candidate at the Pacific University of Oregon. She was born in Konin, Poland.
